Top Voted Poetry

i asked my father if i could swim, and he said that i would drown. The Sea would imprison me – he said if my feet had left the ground. So i walked out to the water, and cried out – how ’bout now! He said, a little bit further, Son,... (more »)

I, the humblest animal of the animal kingdom, The bottom of the food chain I do not have much power, so I look at other animals with envy They each have a special trait Something that defines who they are The gift given to them by Mother... (more »)

See it but never feel it. Get close, only to push it away. “Don’t know what you’ve got til it’s gone” Epitome of my life. What is wrong with me? What makes me so un-lovable? Can someone remove this defective... (more »)

Books fill up my room. Not baseball cards, or pictures of girls, or basketballs. Maybe a blown up picture of … … Pam Anderson might help. Black-framed glasses and a white, pale, lanky body. I should start working out. At least... (more »)

I love your voice, your soft brown hair. I love your eyes and love your stare. I love your laugh, your cocky smirk, your stupid jokes. You precious jerk, you know I do. I want my hands all through your hair each treasured strand.... (more »)

Feet dangle inches above Tantalizingly taunting … They strive to graze the bicycle’s pedals, Just as my hands strive to emerge From the lemon yellow dress You handed down to me. My slow growth is too far behind Your quick judgment,... (more »)

I am from My green blankey and Climbing out of my crib From playing mermaid in the bathtub. I am from walking my dog, And the noise he made when I step on his tail. I am from my sheep nightlight And Blue’s Clues and the Berenstain... (more »)

The beating of my broken heart, now chained and locked away, I hear much louder, through the night, than words we never say. As hollow kisses turn to dust and fall against my skin, I pray that I might find the strength to fall in love again.... (more »)

And I remember she wouldn’t wake up. Her lips were mushed together in a Horrible shade of red They buried my mother in a white dress And red lips. And she couldn’t see. Where are your glasses, Mommy? And still at sixteen I bring them to... (more »)

   We've been friends now, for quite a while.Through ups and downs,tears and smiles.All those letters ending,best friends forever.All those ideas,some crazy, some clever.We shared the bad times, and the happiness,We know our... (more »)